Watching Her Take One (A My Slut Story Book 1)

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I literally had every single advantage you can ask for when it comes to a true education about sex in America. I knew to expect the waves of hormones that come with puberty, and the advances of boys during that time too. I knew so much compared to so many of my peers, and I felt prepared. Barb lets out a long wail and starts to cry. She’s bawling through the ring gag, shaking all over, legs spread like she’s begging me to reach in and unplug her. Since we were all down to our undies…. me with both bra and panties we decided to add another rule. The wine was no doubt helping in our decision making, and I was hoping to possibly get nasty with Dave, and was hoping that Barry wouldn’t mind. From the way he was looking at Sherri I didn’t think it would be a problem. Our next rule said the winner got to take off the article of clothing and fondle the loser on any exposed area. I kneel on the tiles and grab her hair, pull her head toward me. “One more hole,” I grin, wrapping the crook of my elbow around her throat. Was this view later intended for James, or for Lily’s current extramarital lover? Harry didn’t know the answer to that, but the view was all his at the moment. It was far from the first time he had admired her in a similarly slutty outfit, but the more he stared at her the more convinced he became that today was the day he should finally go beyond simply looking.

However, many of my classmates weren’t nearly as steadfast in their beliefs. Or maybe they just hadn’t had their questions about sex answered by a trusted adult. Not a piece of paper, no,” he said sternly. “I mean the type of discipline that you will feel every time you sit down for a week. The type you will remember.” While Lily had been the first woman he’d ever desired, she was not the first woman he had touched in such a way. He’d accepted that it would not be a simple thing to claim his sexy mother and he would need to have the confidence and experience necessary to pull it off, but aside from that he also simply wasn’t going to settle for just one woman. He’d been with quite a few women, and his already potent natural talent had been nurtured and honed through experience. He knew what he was doing, and he was taking the chance to prove it to Lily.Women who are completely off limits. Women who should want nothing to do with them — but are so attracted to them that she forgets her vows and gives into temptation. She cursed her body for its excited response to his offer. Her pussy was soaking. “How often?” she asked. “I could not tolerate such a beating every night.” Lily groaned, and he could tell that his obscene words as well as the conviction behind them were getting to her. She was affected, and deeply so, but she wasn’t ready to give in just yet. She couldn’t hope to fight him off, and she must have realized by now that appealing to his morals or the wrongness of the situation wasn’t doing a thing to slow him down. So she resorted to the last card she had in her hand.

That night I asked her in bed - "does it feel a little strange to feel the breeze moving around up in there .....so far up between your legs?!"He consoled me and literally begged me how badly he had this fantasy from childhood. I understood I don't have any choice to continue this marriage so I nodded painfully. So, I've lived in this house that I'm currently living in for about 15 years (since I was 8). Ever since I was 8 I've had the same neighbors. A nice man and a nice older lady. The husband moved out of the house last year to move closer to work (about 2 cities away) and she stayed at the house. They decided to rent the extra rooms out to some college girls. It seems so small now. In comparison to other trauma I’ve survived. But the fall from privileged-smart-girl grace to deviant-slut-girl drama was the beginning of my tumble into drugs, self-harm, and eventually, suicidal ideation. I grew up in a repressed Catholic home. Sex was evil. Sex was bad. Sex would send you straight to hell, but God forbid anyone tell you more than that. Our sex ed: this is how babies are made, and don’t you dare do it until you’re married. My parents left that part up to school. Even when they had to know I was banging guys, they never once mentioned it. I lower the horse’s legs and push it out from beneath Barb. She dangles from her wrists, legs shaking too hard to stand. When I pop the release on the nozzle in her cunt, water starts leaking even before I’ve unplugged her. The nozzle comes out with a gush down her thighs.